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It was delicious.
When he ended the kiss and started to lift his head, I pressed my fingers in his hair at the same time I went up on tiptoe, my mouth following his. I didn’t care if it seemed needy or greedy.
All I knew was I wanted more.
He made a noise that sounded an awful lot like a groan and he kissed me again, walking me backwards, his mouth on mine. He shifted us and we were falling onto the bed, him on his back and me on top of him. We bounced, our lips disengaged, and I was about to say something, trying to cut through my Eddie Daze, when he flipped me on my back and rolled over on top of me.
He wasn’t messing around. It wasn’t play. This was serious stuff. We were full-on necking and groping, mouths, tongues and hands everywhere. It was unbelievably fantastic. All of this was leading somewhere and I wanted to go there. I wanted itbad.
All of a sudden, he pulled his mouth away and tucked my face in his throat.
“Eddie?” I whispered against his skin, confused at the quick change and not liking it (at all).
“Your mom. My eggs,” was all he said.
Damn! I totally and completely forgot.
Furthermore, if I kept this up, I’d be late again for Indy.
I was the worst daughter in the world and the worst employee in the universe. If I didn’t sort all of this out soon, I’d be out of two jobs and Mom and I would be living on the street eating cat food out of tins with our fingers.
I jerked away, jumping off the bed but Eddie grabbed a handful of my nightshirt and yanked me back.
“Hang on there,chiquita,” he said, and I came off my feet and landed in his lap.
I looked at him and muttered semi-hysterically, “I have to get going. I have to take a shower. I have to go to work, and after work, I gotta find Dad and sort this mess out.”
I was pushing against him to get up and we got in kind of a slapping match with our hands (well, I was slapping, Eddie was more in control and defend mode). Finally he grabbed my wrists and held them between our bodies.
“Jet, calm down.”
“I can’t calm down. I have things to do, I can’t just—”
He interrupted, “Have a life?”
“Exactly!” I was so relieved he understood I sagged against him.
His eyes got weird and he shook his head. “Jet, you arenotgoing to find your dad. If your dad gets in touch with you, you phone me.”
I glared at him.
Idid notthink so.
It was time for me to take things in my own hands.
“I have to figure this out, Eddie. If I don’t, I could lose my job at Smithie’s and I need that job. Smithie is a good guy, but there are limits to the times cops can come and shut him down because of me.”
Then, like an idiot, I forged ahead, planning my day verbally, “I’ll work late for Indy, make up the hours, go out tonight, hit the spots where Dad hangs out when he’s in Denver—”
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” he cut in.
I stared at him, confused.
“We have a date tonight,” he reminded me.
Damn, I forgot that too.
He looked at my face and his jaw tensed. “Christ, you’re killer on a guy’s self-confidence.”
